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The sedan sped through the inky black night, city neon lights flashing past the windows.

Inside the car was silent, with Nian Yuyu anxiously watching the man driving.

The biting evening breeze poured into the car through the half-open window, lifting her loose strands of hair.

She casually tidied her hair and raised the window a little more.

"Chu You," Nian Yuyu said softly, "I really was wrong."

After she spoke, she looked again at the man driving in silence. The intermittent streetlights outside the car window cast his delicate face in a light that made his expression all the more cold and ambiguous.

Chu You seemed determined to maintain silence to the end, focusing only on driving, still without uttering a word.

Nian Yuyu's heart pounded, regretting that she had gone with Jiang Jingyun to see the male striptease show to broaden her horizons, and she also didn't know how much of her commentary on the male models' physiques he had heard.